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It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pelted myself and Emilia as we put her belongings into my car. We had long since abandoned the umbrella as it slowed us down too much. If we were to use it then it could add another hour or two to this task. The day had been unusually sunny but I hadn't want her to move then. It would be much easier to keep the move secret in the dark. Though it could never be kept secret from everyone as the name Emilia Clarke was too large.
"I think we're almost done." Emilia said as she looked across the street.
"If the rain was warmer, this might be enjoyable." I joked and she lightly slapped my arm.
Trying to hide the motion as if the slap had caused my head to turn, I looked across the street. An hour ago a young man had walked by while seeming to text on his phone. It could have been an innocent gesture or a way to hide him taking pictures which could be sold to the highest bidder later. We wouldn't know until we checked the news tomorrow morning.
"One more trip?" I asked.
"One more trip." She replied and I followed her inside.
Her house looked so empty with nearly everything of hers gone. Some of the remaining items would be given to her mother later. Emilia handed me a small box and I headed to the car while she carried her purse.
The moment Emilia locked the door behind us something changed in her. She breathed a sigh of relief and I could tell a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. For so long she had believed I merely wanted to **** her for a short time and then move onto another young woman. That once she grew old I would toss her to the curb in exchange for someone younger than her. Now she knew the truth: even though she didn't have a ring or bear my name, there was nothing in this world that could ever take me from her side.
"I thought there would be more people." Emilia commented as we drove home.
"It's night and there is bad weather." I replied. "But don't worry, there's probably a crowd at our house."
"Our house."
We both smiled when she said that. It was our house. She was as good as my wife now. She was the only woman I had ever loved and now I was hers. Everything had been against us and yet we kept on loving each other no matter the odds. Nothing would ever come between us ever again. I was happy up until I pulled into my driveway. A small crowd of unhappy people with cameras had gathered there.
"Meet you on the other side." Emilia said with a wicked grin.
It did feel like a war as we took her belongings inside. We did our best to hide our faces from the cameras. I would sometimes use my large body to block her from onlookers. This time should have been ours to enjoy alone but people did not understand that. They thought the idea of celebrities having private lives was a myth.
"When are they going to be gone?" Emilia asked and peaked through the blinds.
"Hopefully by sunrise." I replied with a long sigh.
"Should we call the police?"
"Why give them more things to write about? In half an hour if they start trying to get closer, I'll make the call."
"What if one of them pulls a gun?"
I thought I had seen a familiar figure in the crowd, but that was probably just my nerves. While I loved Emilia moving in with me permanently, the process was stressful. Especially since the paparazzi had gathered around outside. It was easy to think of her being shot as things became too much to handle.
"Unlikely." I retorted and she stepped back from the window. "The crowd outside doesn't seem like the kind who would go to an effort to get a gun. They want pictures to make a story, not a murder."
"You're sure?" Emilia asked. "It would only take one person breaking in. We would be helpless."
I wanted to wait. I didn't want the news to be that I panicked without need. I didn't need any trouble. In the past there had only been a handful of times where I had to call the police to get rid of a stalker or someone getting too close for a picture. But was it really the same now? Not only did I had to worry about another person, she was more famous than me. Emilia now had the ability to attract the kinds of people I never could.
Reluctantly I walked to the phone. With Emilia in my life like this, there would need to be changes. There would have to be new ways to act as my old ones could prove dangerous to her. I didn't think the crowd outside would turn deadly but I couldn't risk Emilia's life.
When I sent out the plea to the police it felt like someone else was doing it. My own mind was focusing on love meaning worrying about someone else. It would be hard but worth it. Emilia hugged me tightly afterwards which caused me to smile.
"It's amazing that you still have a landline." Emilia said to hide her fear.
"Once you get older and something comes out more advanced than cellphones, you'll understand why I have a landline." I replied and hugged her back.
"And what if I stay on the cutting edge of technology?"
"You say that now."
"And I'll say that then."
"We'll see."
We kissed lightly and my weary eyes finally noticed how her wet clothing clung to her body. Hopefully no one had managed to get a picture with clear enough details. Hopefully the rain had managed to blur the pictures just enough. Emilia's body was mine to admire and everyone else had to stay away from it. The only exception were nude scenes and those she had made certain to do on her own terms. Deciding to show off her body was her right and I wouldn't infringe on it. But I would keep it safe from others that sought to abuse it by sight, speech, or something more physical.
To pass the time by as we waited for the crowd to go away, we started to unpack. I had wanted to **** Emilia but both of us were uneasy due to the crowd outside. Even if they weren't able to get any audio of me ravishing her body, they could hear us and might get aroused by our sounds. If they were listening just for business they could write about how we sounded to them. Disgusting. So we had decided to unpack instead.
With every passing moment it was hard for the two of us to not start doing foreplay. A gentle touch. A kiss that lingered for far too long. We were teasing each other. Torturing each other. We wanted to **** but neither of us wanted to start the act. Both of us wanted to be the adult and yet neither of us cared too much.
"They're gone." Emilia said with a smile and I stood beside her, the blinds partly opened.
"Good." I replied with a grin as they were all escorted away, some going easier than others. "How should we celebrate this moment?"
My love closed the blinds and put her arms around my shoulders. I took notice of her mischievous grin right before she kissed me. It wasn't a kiss of love but of total carnal passion. The feelings that had been building up were let out in one kiss.
"Welcome home, my love." I said after we finished making love.
"It was a good present." Emilia replied with a large grin.
I decided not to put any of my clothes on but my boxers. Emilia chose only to put on underwear and a large shirt. It was exhausting to put so much work in after *******, but we both felt more comfortable being clothed while on the couch. Though we didn't need to be fully dressed. The television was on and her head rested on my chest.
Every now and again I ran my fingers through her hair. It felt so good that she was mine. The passionate lovemaking mere moments before lacked the emotions in this moment. As a young man I would have never guessed that this would excite me much more than sex ever could.
I was fully focused on her and hardly paid attention to the television. To me it had become something in the background that wasn't worth paying attention to. I did look at it from time to time. Sometimes I even listened to it. But the people on it did not matter. Were they reporters? Actors in a sitcom? Some dumb reality program? Were the people on screen reporting that Emilia had moved in with me? Ultimately the answer didn't matter.
Emilia's eyes looked into mine and I felt such kindness behind them. If they were gateways to her soul then she had the purest on Earth. Well, no, not purest. She was much too sexual to have any kind of purity. But purity is overrated. She had a kind heart and that's what mattered. She had been willing to give me a chance and I didn't see her leaving my side. At least if I didn't mess it up on my own.
"Do you ever think about starting a family, Iain?" Emilia asked.
"I never thought about it before." I replied. "I was more focused on my career and ******* women. Family was too permanent for me. Before you, settling down was a cage. How could anyone have freedom with a family to take care of? You've changed my mind about settling down."
"And having a family?"
Having children still felt odd to me. I had never thought of myself as a father. But what if I had found a mother? She was asking about children which must mean she was interested in having them. Had this been something she had hidden because she wanted to stay with me? I couldn't blame her if that was the case.
"I never thought about children before." I admitted. "I could never understand their appeal. They were like property people bought to feel better about their lives. But after being with you I've thought about having children. I've thought about starting a family as long as you were there to help me."
"You know I've never been a mother before." Emilia replied with a smile.
"And I've never been a father before. But maybe we can teach each other how to be a mother and a father."
Hopefully. The idea of being a father had become pleasant enough, but the reality was something else. Every parent told confusing stories that made it hard to think of having a kid as being a good thing. Parents would talk about staying up all night or accidentally feeding their child too much of a food and the child turning orange like they were good things. Would I one day feel like my kid barfing on me was the greatest thing ever? Could I survive being a father? Would I raise a good child?
It wasn't like there was a handbook on what to do. Okay, there were handbooks out there proclaiming to be the right way to raise a child. But all the information was contradicting. At least as a father there was a limit to how people would critique me being a father, it would be far worse for Emilia. She wouldn't just be critiqued as a mother, but as a woman. People had too many ideas for the ideal woman that no one could ever fit the definition.
The only reason I didn't instantly take back what I said was Emilia. We would help each other hold on when things seemed bleak. We would tackle every challenge together. Maybe our child wouldn't end up perfect, but nothing in this world ever did. Except my love.
"We've been ******* a lot." Emilia said.
"I hadn't noticed, Emilia." I teased.
"And you know that no matter the method, no birth control is infallible. There is always the chance I could get pregnant."
I suddenly stared hard at the television. Was she saying she now carried my child? That her current line of questioning was only to confirm that I wouldn't kick her out? It took a few minutes for me to calm down. I wanted to be a father, but hadn't expected to become one so soon. Shouldn't I have expected this? We had been ******* more than a little.
"I'm not pregnant now." Emilia said with a loud laugh.
"I did-" I started.
"It's okay. I'd be disappointed if you weren't shocked. I do need something to post to my Twitter when I make an official announcement."
"I promise that when you tell me you're pregnant, I'll be the most shocked I've ever been."
I leaned down and shared a passionate kiss with my love. We were sealing an agreement with the kiss. We were promising each other that I'd stay by her side and help raise our child. That I wouldn't find another woman and cheat on her. It was Emilia and I until the end of time.
After the kiss Emilia and I mindlessly watched the news. Or maybe it was a sitcom. In any case we continued to enjoy each other's company.
"Season Six begins filming in a few days." Emilia said sadly. "I've just moved in and now I'll be away from you."
"There are cellphones." I reassured her. "I won't be impossible to reach."
"But cellphones can't do everything."
"Like what?"
In response Emilia kissed me deeply and I knew there would be another round of lovemaking tonight.
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